Inversion
trees dangle upside down from a sky
which is no longer sky
but mineral gem earth insulating us
from the various problems of birds
singing below singing below
a reminder of the past kept
in the folds of distance
as I walk through blue & discarded clouds
I examine tree canopy’s swish
a froth situating my ankles
these shocks of green
everywhere everywhere flesh
of leaves & stalks pertinent
to my arms & legs & face
an almost-substitute for people
(remembering when people
touched each other’s bodies)
branches are capillaries & how like skin
to be this dry & forgotten
like when you were here last
& I rubbed rose oil
into the difficult geometry
of your scars
by Carolyn Wilsey
from Pank Magazine
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